I was intent on ensuring that Emma’s experience was as wonderful as my own had been. Without having to be told I started sucking a nipple and pushed...my fingers a fraction deeper. Again I was rewarded with sounds of pleasure. ‘Rub my clitoris.’ There were advantages to having studied biology, even if the teacher had insisted that we read this chapter on our own rather than discussing it in class as we did everything else. I found the hard nub in very little time and worked it with my thumb as my. Our conversations at the fence changed from that point on, it was usually talk about her sexual desires and needs, and curious questions about what I did for self pleasure. Alicia made the point abundantly known that I would never get to fuck her, she just enjoyed watching me masturbate watching her. And that was fine by me. Our rendezvous continued sporadically, mostly me just watching her do normal every day things. I know she was aware (she would wink or blow me a kiss) of my actions. A few. She closed her eyes for a moment. I started rubbing through her bikini. I could feel she was already wet. She had her arms around me now also and was half caressing, half scratching my back, which was driving me crazy. She lay back with her eyes closed, and started to moan a little more. I kept my fingers working.After a while, in the middle of the moans, she was whispering “I’m still not having sex with you, I’m still not having sex with you”. I just grinned at her.I dialed the kissing up a. Madeline delayed Hugh downstairs while I, pleading the need to change into something comfortable, rushed upstairs. Madeline’s maid, Hannah, let me into Hugh’s bedroom. There, on the four-poster bed, was the massive Valentine’s Day Cake we had made from cardboard and crepe paper. I shed my dance finery left and right, grabbing the three red cardboard hearts. Two hung over my nipples and one over my pussy. Hannah adjusted the tapes holding my hearts in place. They were almost cut through in.